Oh fuck, he definitely knows something. I saw my brother look at me, and his expression switched. I opened my eyes andshook my head at him. He thought that I told my father about him and Angel when, in fact, I hadn’t.
Narrowing his eyes angrily at me, I gave my head a little shake again. Challenging him with my eyes, trying to tell him to shut the fuck up and not tell on himself.
“Again I ask, is there something you want to tell me, son?”
“What the fuck did you say?” Snow burst out, pointing at me. I face-palmed myself because he was such an idiot.
“Na, don’t talk to him, talk to me,” Tomasso said, reeling in Snow for the kill.
“You really are a snitch, you know that? I told you I’d tell daddy about Angel on my timing!”
“Aye,idiota(idiot), shut the fuck up!” I pointed at him with all four fingers. I wanted to upper cut him in his shit so fucking bad.
“So it is true. Jesus Christ, Snow, you truly are something else,” our father sighed heavily as he began to rub his chest as though he was having a heart attack.
“You fuckingritardato mentale(moron)! Why the fuck would you risk this family and what we built to start a possible war with Edwardo? For some fucking pussy, well, I hope it was fucking good,” Tomasso waved his index finger at Snow; deep lines on his forehead showed how angry he was. Wait until he finds out about Angel's pregnancy; he'll shit a brick.
“And you,” he turned his frustration on me. “You knew about this and didn’t say a fucking thing?”
“What was I really supposed to say, Tomasso? I accidentally found out and told Snow to end it. The fuck was I to do when he didn’t? He’s a grown-ass man; he knew sleeping withAngel would bring nothing but worry and problems. Take that shit up with him, not me.”
“What were you supposed to say? Buddha, come to me so I can thump some sense into your idiot brother,” I listened to my father, and I became so fucking enraged I wanted to fight everybody in this fucking room.
“I’m tired of babysitting Snow, Tomasso. Fuck outta here,” I let my irritation show because I was about to go home to Dior and forget about this bull-shit.
“Why the fuck are you talking about me as if I’m not right here? I don’t need anybody to babysit me,” Snow chimed in, looking just as annoyed.
“Oh yeah? You could have fooled fucking me. You stay doing stupid-ass, dumb-ass, reckless-ass shit. I told you, I practically begged you to end it with that girl. I said for you to dead that shit before daddy found out, didn’t I?” I slapped my right palm into my left as I looked at my brother.
“Man, fuck you, Buddha. Always acting like you, Mr. Perfect, and you don’t ever make a mistake. Fuck you,” Snow said, taking a step closer to me. I was ready to drop him on his back.
“Fuck me, Snow?” I said, pointing at my chest. I marched over so I could get in his face. “Fuck you, with your cocaine sniffing ass. Maybe if you lay off thebooga sugayou’d be able to make smart and rational choices!” I shouted in his face, tapping the side of his head for emphasis.
“I’ve been clean for a couple of weeks now, but you wouldn’t know because you’re a self-absorbed prick. You think I wanted to be addicted to drugs. Now get the fuck out of my face,” Snow said, shoving lightly on my chest.
I was already revved up from all the bull-shit of today, so I lost it. Snow didn’t see it coming until it was too late. I grabbed him by his neck and held him in a headlock easily. I had him pinned under my armpit as I squeezed the fuck out of his throat.
“Aye, aye, Buddha cut him loose,” Lorenzo said, grabbing me, trying to get me to release my brother.
“Abbastanza(enough)! Get the fuck off your brother, Buddha!” Tomasso roared. I allowed Lorenzo to pull me away from Snow, who tried to take a swing at me, but he missed as I backed away.
“You two hard-headed mothafuckas think this is a joke? You two think this is a game?” Tomasso said, reaching into his pants pocket. He pulled out a small, white, folded envelope. “Edwardo has been wanting to go to war with this family, and you two just gave him a reason. Yes, I'm blaming you also, Buddha, because you knew and said nothing.”
Opening the envelope, Tomasso dropped four 9mm bullets in the palm of his hand.
“This was dropped off at the laundromat today, along with a note that said;tell Snow stay away from my daughter. Four bullets, Vincent, Phillipe, my name…” my father read the names engraved on each bullet until he reached the last one. He held it in the air, just staring at it.
“Sofia?” I said my sister’s name, believing the last bullet had her name written.
“No, your mother’s. Edwardo is threatening to kill my wife, and that’s where I draw the line. It’s one thing to say you’re going to end the life of my sons, but my wife. You fucked up by what you did, Snow. Nobody threatens the life of my wife.”Tomasso said, dropping the bullets on the floor before he turned to leave.
I signaled for Lorenzo to go with him so he wouldn’t drive back to the main house alone. Ciara appeared suddenly, a gloomy expression on her face as she stared at Snow.
“So, I was right. You have been cheating on me,” She said, folding her arms, waiting for Snow to say something. It was pretty obvious she overheard everything we said because we were so loud.
“Not now, Ciara,” Snow replied, picking the bullets up from the floor. He inspected them one by one as I stood and looked at him. I felt an overwhelming sense of frustration because I was just fucking tired.
“When this deal with Francesco and the Russians is over, I’m done. I want out. I want nothing to do with you, with Tomasso… nobody. The situation that you created with Edwardo, you deal with it. I’m fucking good on everybody.” I knew it was my anger talking
